.
Holding on;
sometimes,
that’s all we have to do.
The world
rains down a barrage
of bad fortune
and easily made bad decisions,
then follows that up
with tragedy,
after tragedy,
after tragedy.
.
It’s no wonder we break.
it’s no wonder we let go.
It’s no wonder
that we would find it preferable
to disappear
inside the fantasies
of our own imaginations,
than face the awful reality.
It’s no wonder
that we would rather
snort, smoke and inject
the pain away.
.
We would rather lose ourselves
in a hedonistic orgy
of sucking and fucking,
and forgetting,
that once our minds
are wrung dry
of every last drop
of dopamine,
that horrible world
is still waiting
and now,
we are no match for it
at all.
.
We used to be kings and queens.
We used to stride this planet
from the mountains to the sea
and have no fear
of looking up to the sky
and wrestling with God.
Imagine,
meeting the Divine Creature;
struck blind,
and deaf,
and dumb
in His presence,
but shooting for the double-leg anyway.
Rad shit.
.
Now,
all we can do
is hang on.
Hang on,
until we can see the light
at the end of this
perpetually dark season.
Hang on,
as time is what it takes
to get healthy,
and to stay clean.
.
Hang on,
and do the good things,
until good habits
replace the bad ones.
Hang on,
because there is still
good in the world.
There is still good in you.
Hang on.
.
.
HG – 2021
